Re: [Capital: Gwen & Flash]
She liked the buzzing against her fingers. She totally didn't speak alien symbiote, but she was pretty certain that Reaper liked her. It was kind of weird, that she felt more sure about Reaper than about Flash, but things had been super weird recently, and she could logically understand that emotions were tied to a lot of things, including mental state. "For me." She waited until he dropped beside her and reformed. "I have better ankles than most girls." But she didn't keep things from him, and she totally wasn't going to start now. However weird stuff was, he was still Flash, and she trusted him in a way she didn't trust anyone else. "I've been practicing in the lab, and I'm getting super good, and I thought it might be liberating to try it out, maybe do something good. Before you point it out, I'm aware I'm totally not made for heroics, and I might hate it, but I want to try."
But the happy hour comment was so him, and she smiled at him super fondly. "You're cute, Flash Madison," was slipped in unthinkingly, caught somewhere between the decision about capability and appearing innocuous. "Let's look harmless until we get beyond the main section. That way, you can totally drink a two-for-one. That's what happy hour is, right?" She was getting better at this humanity thing.
She reached for his hand without any of the uncertainty that fluttered metaphorical butterfly wings in her belly, and she tugged him through the crowd in a perfect impression of an eager girlfriend exploring a space way out of her league. She stopped at a stand that sold potions, but they were super inexpensive, and she was pretty sure the one she opened and sniffed was mostly urine and ink. She stopped at another tent and pretended a total adoration for the jingly bracelets in super bright colors. She even batted her eyelashes at him (unconvincingly) but she didn't linger there long before leading him into the large, open room encircled by food tents with ethnic scents. This totally wasn't Applebees, and people were scattered throughout the large, center opening were sitting on pillows, rugs and blankets, eating and drinking in a melting pot that resembled what the United States purported to be. She pointed at a beverage vendor. "We should purchase drinks, so we look more harmless and way dumb," she suggested, and she wanted to take notes, but she was fighting that desire super hard, because it would look majorly suspicious if the college kids appeared intelligent.